If you brought me to some sort of a medieval torture chamber and strapped me to a rack (cut it out!) and used ropes and levers to bend me and pull my arms behind my back ... and streeeetch like crazy... you would eventually come to see the small zone in the middle of my back that I simply cannot be bent enough to actually reach.
That is exactly where back pimples show up... curse them all to hell.
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Busy day so far... ignoring the floor in the family room, it's been a kitchen, front hall, dinning room and living room straighten, vacuum and floor washing morning... and - as usual - after telling each child, very clearly "the floor is wet, stay out of the kitchen" one forgets totally and comes steam'en around the corner to get me for something... Today it was george... in bare feet none-the-less... and CRASH. Poor little guy... He's ok now. Just an ouchi elbow...
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Now it's shower time... oh is it that late? hmmmm...